Posted by Jeffrey on July 31, 1998 at 02:14:50:
A Trilogy
Soul Divine
Come down, O Love divine,
Seek thou this soul of mine,
And visit it with thine own ardour glowing;
O comforter, draw near,
Within my heart appear,
And kindle it, thy holy flame bestowing.
O let it freely burn,
Till earthly passions turn
To dust and ashes in its heat consuming;
And let thy glorious light
Shine ever on my sight,
And clothe me round, the while my path illuminating.
Let holy charity
Mine outward vesture be,
And lowliness of heart,
Which takes the humbler part,
And over itıs shortcomings weeps with loathing
Next......
Trees
Of all the tree that grow so fair,
Old England to adorn,
Greater are none beneath the sun,
Than Oak and Ash and Thorn.
Next ......
Rights
Its nice to meet serious people
And hear them explain their views;
Your concerns for the rights of women
Is especially welcome news.
Iım sure you would never exploit one;
I expect you would rather be dead;
I am thoroughly convinced of it,
Now , can we go to bed?
End